Quotes About Tranquility

Tis calm indeed! so calm, that it disturbs And vexes meditation with its strange And extreme silentness.

If you're an urgent thinker, you must ask yourself why you have to be so frantic about things. Force yourself to slow down—both mentally and physically. A leisurely pace creates a welcoming energy. Start to speak more calmly, drive more slowly, and eat more leisurely. Choose to enjoy the moment instead of racing through it.

for pleasing to me are meadows and a far view

The bitterness of living in a mess remains long after the sweetness of resting is forgotten.

Los muertos no te engañan, ni te desilusionan. Sólo comparten su paz contigo.

Papá siempre decía que lo que le fascinaba de la pesca era la tranquilidad. De pie en la orilla, rodeado de un bosque de pinos o con medio cuerpo dentro del agua, decía que encontraba la posición perfecta para meditar o simplemente para poner la mente en blanco. Yo ahora sospecho que lo de le gustaba era el silencio. Cada minuto con la boca cerrada era un tiempo ganado a las cosas de las que no quería hablar

nature's beauty was a powerful balm for the mind.

I stepped forward, as Màiri once had, until my feet were at the water's edge. I took another step, just a little one, so that the soles of my shoes were submerged. I watched the water swirl around them, then looked up at the loch itself, black and rolling, endlessly deep.

Because I am exactly where I should be, doing exactly what I should be doing. That is peace.

Quiet and incredible. I really envy that.

Once, she'd been a pro at decompressing, loved to sit on the back deck of the beach house in one of our splintery Adirondack chairs for hours at a time, staring at the ocean. She never had a book or the paper or anything else to distract her. Just the horizon, but it kept her attention, her gaze unwavering. Maybe it was the absence of thought that she loved about being out there, the world narrowing to just the pounding of the waves as the water moved in and out.

Because in the summers, the world came back to the lake," she'd reply. "And that was when it felt like home.

Maybe it was the absence of thought that she loved about being out there, the world narrowing to just the pounding of the waves as the water moved in and out.

No matter where I was, or what got me there, I would always feel at home when I touched sand.

To appreciate quiet one must accept less excitement.

I am consciously surrendering conciousness.

covered in trees, and dazzling waterfalls spilling into blue lakes. There are also dirt roads zigzagging in and around. But the most amazing thing about the view is that there is a haze of multicolored sparkles hovering over the mountains.

He believed that he must, that he could and would recover the good things, the happy things, the easy tranquil things of life. He had made mistakes, but he could overlook these. He had been a fool, but that could be forgiven. The time wasted--must be relinquished. What else could one do about it? Things were too complex, but they might be reduced to simplicity again. Recovery was possible.

I wonder whether there will ever be enough tranquility under modern circumstances to allow our contemporary Wordsworth to recollect anything. I feel that art has something to do with the achievement of stillness in the midst of chaos. A stillness that characterizes prayer, too, and the eye of the storm. I think that art has something to do with an arrest of attention in the midst of distraction.

Genuine tranquility of the heart and perfect peace of mind, the highest blessings on earth after health, are to be found only in solitude and, as a permanent disposition, only in the deepest seclusion.

Whatever one may say, the happiest moment of the happy man is the moment of his falling asleep, and the unhappiest moment of the unhappy man is that of his awaking.

St. Augustine once defined peace as "tranquility in order "The plan of life is what finally imposed a spiritual order on my ordinary days. And that order was the necessary precondition of peace.

Solitude is precious balm to my heart in these paradistic parts.

Wie oft lull' ich mein empörtes Blut zur Ruhe, denn so ungleich, so unstet hast du nichts gesehn als dieses Herz.